Yes! Hell, I’ve gotten an ego boost from gay men hitting on me. Anyone finding me attractive is flattering to me whether I am into them or not.
Of course, if I’m not into them and they keep at it, it would get annoying. But initially? Yup.
Yes! Hell, I’ve gotten an ego boost from gay men hitting on me. Anyone finding me attractive is flattering to me whether I am into them or not.
Of course, if I’m not into them and they keep at it, it would get annoying. But initially? Yup.
A number of years ago I had weight loss surgery, and I lost a metric buttload <snerk> of poundage. The first dozen or so that hit on me were gay guys. I was simultaneously flattered and annoyed, not so much by the idea of dudes wanting me, but where where the babes? ETA: One old guy walked straight up to me and grabbed my package on a public beach…
The wimmin made up for lost time, eventually, but none grabbed my crotch.
Odds are I wouldn’t even know.
If, somehow, I did - I think I’d be flattered. But I either don’t notice flirting, or I interpret it as something else (just being nice, etc.). My wife likes to make fun of me for this.
I was going to say that it’s always flattering until I read this comment and realized that it also applies to me.
Ha, my husband gets this. He’s a few years older than me but looks at least ten years younger than his age. And the cougars just flock to him, if you’ll excuse the mixed anthropomorphic metaphor. If we’re in a bar or cocktail club and I go off for a few minutes, it’s inevitable that when I come back there will be a woman 20 years his senior trying to buy him a drink. He’s always awkward about someone being hot for him, though, so I’d say he’s no more or less comfortable than any other time a woman or a man hits on him.
I imagine it depends on how often a person receives attention from their preferred sex. As a female who hardly ever gets hit on, I would be very flattered to be checked out unless it was a scary crazy homeless guy, or someone with a weapon. Even one time when I got "holla"d at in the parking lot of a liquor store from the passenger side of his best friend’s ride (those are song lyrics, but I’m not even joking), I found it flattering. Danger isn’t flattering, obviously, but I’m not somehow magically offended if someone finds me attractive but doesn’t happen to be attractive to me.
I imagine for a person who gets hit on constantly, it’s more tiresome than anything else.
The concept of a woman being “hot for me” would almost always be flattering. Obviously her actions could sour me to the idea. I’d assume most women would be less than excited if [generic hunk celebrity] started mailing them boxes of rabbit heads as a token of his eternal, undying, and not-to-be-denied affections.
My wife says it was my beard (almost always bearded since a teenager). I don’t get it. I wouldn’t say it was unflattering so much as disappointing at a time when I was younger and not getting much action from women my own age, and having older women who were not particularly attractive rubbing up against me. Now that I’m almost 100 (rounding up), I’m kind of flattered anytime someone is attracted to me.
Not enough data points to come to a conclusion.
This is by no means universal. I mean, just look at all the men who react with horror at the very idea that a fat chick might think they are hot…there is this meme in pop culture that fat chicks are all sexually deprived so they’re all ready to rape any man around.
…I actually just did a coffee spit take.
Thank you for the laugh.
It doesn’t happen much, always flattering initially.
I was going to say that this was the most succinct statement of how I feel.
But then came this:
FTR, Christine, when you blatantly hit on me while my wife was standing next to me, it was a bit uncomfortable. But still flattering.
No its not always flattering, I’ve had this happen to me several times and it can be creepy and irritating.
If it was Jennifer Anniston though I expect that I’d just try and make the best of it.
I’m pretty much consistently too oblivious to notice.
Which men are these? I don’t know any of them, and I know a lot of guys.